User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-39940417-20190630014654/@comment-4677325-20190630014945

Farlow stopped by the edge of the river, resting his paws at his waist as he stared at the water.

"Hrm... Well, crossin' wouldn't be too much o' an issue fer me, but you, on th' other paw..."

He took a deep breath. "We c'n lash together a sort o' bridge with vines an' large sticks. Should be plenty around 'ere."